Enthralled by the Light of June

Our first son, Ben, was born directly on the heels of the summer solstice. He was late in coming. We spent the longest day of that year waiting, wondering, trying to believe we understood what precipice we stood on. But, of course, we couldn't truly understand that.

What we did understand, what made sense, wast the light that surrounded us at the end of that June. We found wonder and solace and no small comfort in the consistency of June's spectacular gift of light. We walked and stretched out in that light. We contemplated and dreamed and tried to make sense of our fears, all in the magic light of the summer solstice...

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